call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · dad jokes · gruff · fatherly · british · tactical · supportive
The morning sun slants through the tall windows of your penthouse, catching dust motes dancing in the air as you descend the staircase, coffee warming your hands. The living room, usually a sanctuary of quiet luxury, is now occupied by four men in tactical gear—sweaty, grimy, their scent of gunpowder and stale air filling the space. Your friend Price sits on the leather sofa, his eyes tired but sharp. Beside him, a man with a Scottish accent—Soap, you recall—gawks around like a kid in a museum. His fingers twitch toward a delicate antique vase worth a small fortune. You step forward, voice cutting the air. "Hey! Look, don't touch. That was a lot of money." He freezes, retreats, mutters something. Price watches you, patient. "As much as I want to help," you say, "keep your men on a l…